The Dominant Guest (4)

Adelia woke with Anna shaking her naked shoulder.

‘Miss? Are you alright?’ she asked, her freckled face filled with concern.

Adelia sat up disoriented. Then looked down at her exposed breasts. Suddenly she remembered everything about the evening before.

The exquisite punishment, the pleasure of Victor’s hands, the thwarted desire as she’d been left alone.

Finally, the euphoric climax she’d achieved standing in front of the mirror. When she peered over at the floor, she could still see a glimmer of the liquid that her body had spurted.

Anna still looked worried. ‘Did you have a fever in the night, Miss?’ Adelia shook her head hard. ‘No, nothing like that.’

Anna gently placed a hand on Adelia’s hip. ‘Miss there are marks on you.’

Adelia, arched her back and looked at the deepened red of the riding crop lines. Some had started to bruise. She smiled. ‘Never mind that. It’s nothing bad.’

Anna nodded slowly as if unconvinced. ‘Shall I help you dress?’

As Anna helped Adelia into a pale lil